Death.
"It's cold out"... was something muttered in a quiet undertone. I wondered to myself why I even said it at all, there was no-one here to here me yet I still said it. I know this is not important or anything but the fact was that day sitting upon the roof of the parking structure, looking down at the world with no thought in my mind other than the temperature, haha. I mean I knew why I was there but that was far, far, away from any expression of thought I could form. I had walked here, from my house. I wasn't particularly happy with having to walk, but I could not stay at my house anymore, to be trapped alone in a whirl-wind of thought; regrets, emotions all the blaa, blaa stuff people usually think about. It was not anything I wanted to deal with so I walked, and now I'm here. I wish I had something else to do, something that would occupy my time but Im here. " I just wanna get a better look over the edge", I said out loud, again knowing no one can here me, with a smerke, I leaped off the the top of the building, It was a moment of true Ecstasy, I felt like I was flying, the wind blowing in my hair, the way my shadow looked like it was growing, and what I especially liked was........ Dead.
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Mortuus cadendo
Short StoryJust a short story if you can even call it that. Perhaps a poem, or a story, or wish from someone lost gone. You get a small short glimpse into the life of another.